Everyone was stunned.

Everyone looked towards Wanzu Continent.

I saw a figure appearing out of thin air next to Ye Feng, wearing a black outfit and a black gauze hat on his head.

Besides Mo Ying, who else could be there?

Whoosh whoosh!

One after another, figures appeared one after another.

Since those disciples who had gone out for training also rushed back, this time, the number of people behind Ye Feng was even larger, reaching more than 30,000.

"Not even dead?"

Sword Master Yuexi looked around, looking at the familiar disciples such as Mo Ying, Huo Yunjie, Shi Lei, etc., with a look of surprise on his face.

Not only her, but also powerful people from all walks of life.

"Not even dead?"

"How is this going?"

"Did Ye Feng resurrect them?"

"No wonder Master Ye is so calm. It turns out that he already had a countermeasure. Fortunately, we misunderstood him before. If we can meet, I would like to apologize to him!"

Everyone couldn't help but guess this.

At the same time, when they looked at Ye Feng again, their eyes were full of admiration. They felt that he was a strategist who always acted calmly as always.

The sacred mountain of all ethnic groups.

"How can it be?"

The coffins of the hunting tribe leader and other tribe leaders could no longer hold their weight, and almost exploded on the spot.

They consumed so much of their origins to create countless tribesmen, trying to wipe out all the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect, but who would have thought that all of them would be alive.

Moreover, the aura is still at its peak.

This situation is incredible!

"We suffered a big loss!"

"yes!"

"The life essence I just saved has been completely consumed in this way, and my plan to resurrect will be postponed again."

"What to do next?"

“It’s served cold!”

The leader of the hunting tribe and others were very depressed.

on the ground.

Ye Feng quietly sat cross-legged here.

"Master, we are back."

Shi Lei stood next to Ye Feng and cupped his hands towards him, his eyes filled with joy.

After a hearty battle, he felt that his experience was richer, his combat skills had also been comprehensively improved, and he couldn't wait to face a new battle.

"Just come back."

Ye Feng smiled slightly and said, "Next, let's start a new battle and enjoy what a real battle experience is! Go all out and don't have to hold back."

"yes!"

Shi Lei nodded heavily, waved his sleeves, and led all the disciples from the first to the fifth generation to the sacred mountain of all races in the distance.

"Invincible!"

The disciples shouted slogans as they walked and organized into groups in an orderly manner.

Piaomiao Sect has many combined attack formations.

As long as you are a sect disciple, you can basically practice.

The new disciples, who have only cultivated in the Linghai realm, are currently gathering. Dozens of them form a group, and the auras on their bodies are connected with each other to form a powerful battle formation.

"Again?"

The leader of the hunting tribe gritted his teeth.

"Kill out, keep fighting out!"

"I don't believe that Ye Feng can resurrect them."

All the other clan leaders were angry.

Phew! Phew!

Many ancient coffins trembled and threw out droplets of soul blood, which fell to the ground and formed tribesmen of all races.

Their cultivation base is at the lowest level of the Divine Origin Realm.

The highest ones are more than a dozen fourth-turn quasi-sages.

"Kill them all!"

The leader of the hunting clan ordered coldly.

"war!"

Shi Lei and other disciples immediately divided into groups to fight against the Wanzu clansmen.

All the worlds.

Everyone looked at the lively Piaomiao Sect disciples, wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes, and gradually stared.

"How is this going?"

"I was still sad just now!"

"That's right. I'm alive now. Although I'm a little happy, I still feel weird."

Everyone didn't know what to say.

Continent of Ten Thousand Races.

The disciples of the Piaomiao Sect once again fought hand to hand with the Wanzu clansmen.

This time.

Huo Yunjie did not use the sword-drawing technique, but held the sword with both hands. His body was covered with a layer of cold and ruthless sword intent, and he could kill all the tribesmen with one sword.

"I want people to know that even if I don't use the sword-drawing technique, my fighting power is not weak."

Huo Yunjie said coldly.

Behind him on both sides, Lin Yuyan and Ding Baixue followed closely, filling in Huo Yunjie's wounds or killing weaker members of the Wanzu tribe, and their cooperation became more and more tacit.

Their combination is like a sharp knife.

Brutally, he plunged into the depths of the army of all races.

"Your opponent is us!"

The dozen or so fourth-level quasi-saint level Wanzu tribesmen came over to kill Mo Ying, Long Tianxing, Qiao Jiaxi and others.

"Dragon's blood boils!"

Long Tianxing instantly entered the true dragon form, then burned its own dragon blood and turned into a golden dragon.

boom!

He breathed out dragon breath and blocked a fourth-turn quasi-sage.

"The ultimate fast sword!"

Mo Ying also rushed to the center of the battle group and instantly used her sword tens of thousands of times, forcing the remaining dozen or so Level 4 Quasi-Saints back.

"Form up!"

Shi Lei roared.

All the disciples of Shenyuan Realm and Linghai Realm immediately stood up in an orderly manner, crossed their knees on the ground at the same time, and all hands made secret gestures. All kinds of brilliance rose from their bodies into the sky. The scene was very spectacular.

Buzz!

A huge shield appeared, covering the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect, and the fourth-turn digital quasi-sage took action with all his strength, trying to destroy the more than 20,000 disciples who were forming an formation.

"Kill with the Heavenly Sword!"

Shi Lei, who presided over the formation, waved his Ma Liang pen and wrote a sharp-edged word "sword".

Immediately, radiance flowed into the word from the formation below, turning it into a sharp heavenly sword, slashing at the menacing fourth-turn quasi-sages.

Tear it apart!

The arms of several fourth-turn quasi-sages were cut off.
To be continued...